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For the past two weeks, my best friend, Matthew Douglas, had been dodging me. While scrolling, I came across a tarot livestream and decided to use it to check whether something had gone wrong between us. I had barely sent two gifts into the stream when an anonymous male account unmuted himself. His voice was deliberately disguised, but he spoke with barely concealed glee. "Tarot master, I'm about to run off to Sanyara with my best friend's fiancée. Read my cards. Will he catch us?" I recognized the cadence, the pauses. I was still frowning at my screen when the tarot reader flipped a card and said, "The cards show some risk. My advice? Lay a smokescreen first. Tell him your company is sending you on a business trip. Stagger the timing, and you'll be in the clear." A second later, my phone lit up. A message from Matthew appeared. Matthew: [Sorry, man. I can't make it to your suit fitting this week. An investor just sprung a last-minute site visit on me in Sanyara. My bad!]

"This is my chance!", I thought. I snatched the sword from the guards hand and held my sharp blade to Prince Aven's neck. "Well... What are you waiting for", he spoke calmly. My hands began to shake with my eyesight becoming blured and overlapping voices filled the silence in my head. "Do it!", he yelled. I zoned out, Aven had grabbed my sword and laid on top of me. He slowly entangled his fingers into mine, looking at me with anger in his eyes. Then in one fast motion "Crack!" I let out a blood-curdling cry, as I felt all the pain in one broken finger. "Say you love me and maybe I'll stop". -Summary: Aven, Prince and Future king of a corrupt monarchy and society begins having a dream of a strange woman who must complete the prophecy of concieving the perfect heir. In Aven's eyes his country is perfect but in the eyes of woman who holds the entire fate of the country on her back (Letharia) it's pure evil. Aven is infatuated with her and seizes his opportunity to have her during one faithful encounter.

Amara always had a difficult life. She lost her mother when she was just a one year old baby. Her stepmother and stepsister made her life hell. Amara thought her mate would heal all her pain and suffering, the one whom the Moon Goddess chose for her. Then the infamous Alpha Magnus Stormborn walked through her door. Powerful, dominant, and perfect — her mate. Amara felt it when their eyes collided. The mate bond pulled her into him, but he looked at her like she was nothing. The worst part was that he came as her stepsister's fiancé. Heartbroken, Amara saw them together. The way Magnus’s eyes softened when Chloe spoke has always brought her pain. Amara wanted to reject him, but Magnus denied the rejection. His behavior made no sense. Sometimes she caught him staring at her. He knew she was his mate, then why was he doing that? Did he have his own reasons, or was he just making her a fool? Everything about this infamous Alpha was shady, and Amara wanted to see his real face.

Thalia Faux, was cursed as a kid despite being a seer she couldn't use her gift to see the future, but her blood could be used to heal however her blessing became a curse and left a forever mark on her life by weakening her wolf to the point where she could no longer shift. In the end she was trapped by her Alpha and her blood which was blessed by moon Goddess was used by the packmates to heal themselves. She believed that she would die just like this but then her pack was attacked and Alpha Carter came into her life, she thought she was saved but once glance from her savior and she knew she was a goner. He wasn't her savior but tormentor The first words that he spoke while he held her by her throat “I will ruin you ” sent her life into an irreparable chaos She should have died back then but she didn't now she would pay the price for all her life. Everything About Carter was dangerous , beneath his charming facade laid a monster that Thalia never wanted to become target of, but no matter how much she escapes, Carter only wanted her.

Just after stepping out of the shower, I received a private message from my so-called uncle, Hank Shephard—a distant relative I barely ever spoke to. "Francis, that new car you posted looks impressive. Perfect for William's wedding!" I hadn't even figured out how to reply to that out-of-nowhere comment when another message popped up. "Your cousin William is getting married next month. Just treat your car as his wedding gift." The entitlement in his tone made my head hurt. I didn't bother arguing and closed the chat window. Apparently, he did not think there was anything wrong with what he had said. Messages kept coming. "Don't worry, your uncle won't let you suffer a loss. "When it's your turn to get married, I'll have William drive that car as your lead wedding car. It'll make you look good." I stared at the screen in silence. That was the moment I realized—Some people don't just feel entitled to your belongings. They believe your life exists to serve theirs.

"It's just for a few hours. Please, help me out." Lilian said. Her voice pleading, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears but she didn't break down in front of a random stranger. "Why would I?" Shane said coldly. Helping a stranger wasn't one of his virtues. "I will pay the price." Lilian said desperately. "Please, do me the favour." Shane stared at the girl standing in front of him. She really didn't seem to know him otherwise she wouldn't have mentioned about paying him. And looking at her, what possibly could she pay him! As if reading his mind, Lilian spoke up, "I will do whatever you ask me to do after this." Shane gave her an impassive expression before he asked, "Do I have your words on this?" "It's a deal." Lilian said not thinking much about what she was binding herself to. She never had a clear sky and was already at the dead end anyway. So, what worse possibly be awaiting her! Little did she know how Shane would be taking her up on that offer!

I suffered from a skin condition. I scratched myself in the library, and millions of netizens spammed my private inbox. Only then did I find out that a girl accused me of harassing her. I took out my diagnostic report to defend my innocence, but the girl cried pitifully. “You really know how to make an excuse for yourself! How could someone innocent like me frame you?” Even my elder brother spoke up for her! “Why would she frame you of all people? Can’t you take a look at yourself?” I could not bear the cyberbullying, and I died from a sudden heart attack the day before the court hearing. My grandfather could not accept my death, and he collapsed into a coma. My parents cut off ties with my brother before they committed suicide at home. Meanwhile, the girl did not just successfully make her way into graduate school, but she also dug open my grave and used my ashes to make fireworks. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day when she had asked me to reserve a seat in the library.

“I was supposed to marry your sister,” Salvatore said, his eyes never leaving hers. “But every time I pictured my future, it was always you standing beside me.” ~~~ The marriage agreement was meant to bring peace between two powerful mafia families. Salvatore Moretti would marry Sofia Russo, the perfect daughter, the perfect bride, and the perfect choice to unite their empires. Everyone agreed. Everyone except Salvatore. For years, he had been obsessed with the wrong sister. Iris Russo was reckless, stubborn, and impossible to control. She spoke her mind, broke every rule, and constantly found herself in trouble. She was also the only woman Salvatore had ever wanted. While the families planned his wedding to Sofia, Salvatore secretly kept watch over Iris. No man lasted long around her. Dates were canceled. Suitors disappeared. Opportunities vanished overnight. Iris never knew why. Until the day of the wedding. As vows are exchanged and old enemies become allies, hidden secrets begin to surface. And when Salvatore finally reveals the truth, Iris discovers something terrifying: The most dangerous man in the city has loved her for years. And he has no intention of letting her go.

For six years I was locked in the pack's lightless dungeon, bled day after day to keep the Alpha alive. The day they finally dragged me out, I was barely breathing. But the Alpha just looked at me and said, "My poison was actually cured within the first six months. It's just that the moonflower in Selene's garden needs she-wolf blood to bloom — it helps her conceive. Your blood wasn't wasted." My brother Damien spoke like he was doing me a favor. "We've known all along. You bullied Selene for years. Call this a small punishment." My parents stood off to the side, looking at me with open impatience. "We were going to keep you locked up longer. But Selene miscarried because of you. She can't have children anymore. So we're letting you out — to carry an heir for her." Six years of bleeding for the Alpha had hollowed me out. I had less than a month left to live. What the Alpha would never know was why I'd been willing to bleed myself dry for him. Because I was the one the Moon Goddess had chosen as his mate.

On the wet sand beside the seashore, the strong, tall man was laying with a cigarette in his hand. His bike parked a few feet away from him. The environment there was serene and noiseless as no one was allowed then on the beach that he owned. It was not a big deal for a billionaire like him. He had a lot more than that. Wealth, power, the respect he had all of them but lacked the most important thing that couldn't be bought with money. He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to You for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab."